The connection to other writers in the blog world?
The opportunity to stretch my fiction muscles?
The magical world of make-believe that I can create in 5 sentences?
The fact that it provides fodder during my dry spells of inspiration.
This week's word is Spunk.
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As Serena Kleinfelder’s due date approached, she dwelled more and more on the sexist monopoly on naming – why couldn’t this child be Serena Junior? Paul humored his wife by agreeing with her, but since he was certain she would be giving birth to a boy, he knew the point was moot - the new arrival would carry on the proud name of Paul Ulysses Norton Kleinfelder.
Then again, mused Paul, it might be foolhardy to disregard Grandfather Bert – or Umberto – and the fortune he had made from his vineyards. Meanwhile, Serena was recalling Aunt Nigella and her threats, when she went to that great canasta game in the sky, of bestowing the proceeds from her four-bedroom condo in Boca on the local cat shelter.
All were thrilled when Serena Pauline Umberta Nigella Kleinfelder, six pounds three ounces, arrived on time, fated after a lively year of second grade at Henry Barnard Elementary School to be forever known at Spunk.
HA, ha! I never liked my name so there was never any worry about my daughter carrying it on. My husband felt the same about his. But I definitely like Spunk.ReplyDelete
LOL-- Spunk. Gotta love that name!ReplyDelete
WOW! what a long name,sounds musical though!ReplyDelete
Ah, the politics of child naming - I remember those! Great story, lovely touch of humour here.ReplyDelete
Wonderful story. Bet Spunk grows up to be quite a woman.ReplyDelete
Wow. I was wondering how you were going to work spunk into a story.ReplyDelete
a rather unfortunate sequence of initials for sure, but perhaps Serena Jnr will grow to have plenty of spunk and rule the world. Or at least the world she eventually works in. CEO: Boss Cocky.
You are amazing! I love the story.ReplyDelete